The present moment is captured only in the moment of beingness.
Impossible is the recall of an experience, due to the simple fact that an original event cannot be recreated.
So, there isn’t but record of each moment.
In the past years, I tried to grasp and experience the ever-growing layers of my mind.
The outcome of this daily endeavor was paintings that were achieved through flowing and triumphat moments.
And in times, the result was the deep sorrow of the absent of wisdom which devours our being.